I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 363

Episode 363: The Great Net (1)

His innocence was certain.

He was always with Ma Cheon-so, and even when he was away for a moment, Geomchi would follow him around, swinging his sword.

This means that there was no time to meet strangers or send letters.

Then how on earth… … .

No, now is not the time to think about that.

Mo Yong-hui went straight to Dang Pyeong-san and asked.

"How much longer is left?"

"One corner. You can't go inside."

Mo Yong-hui was momentarily lost in thought at his firm answer.

If we delay any longer here, we will not even have time to erase the traces of our distance from the Murim Alliance.

If Ma Cheon-so's condition worsens again…

Get caught by the Murim Alliance.

There is only one way left.

"I think we should change paths. Hyangmyo."

At Murong Hui's call, Xiang Miao narrowed her eyes and raised her index finger in response.

"If you go left at the fork in the road ahead, you'll find a waterfall. You can also reach it by following the waterway between the mountains below."

"It's a waterway…."

Mo Yong-hui's heavy gaze turned to the left where Xiang-myo had spoken.

Determination filled his eyes, and just as he was about to open his mouth, a graceful tone struck his ears first.

"I'll stay."

"Yena!"

Mo Yong-hui looks at her. He can tell from the look in her eyes that she shares his thoughts.

"By now you must have realized that he was in critical condition… You wouldn't think he would have gone down the waterfall."

That's right. That's right. The reason I left behind even a small trace, rather than haphazardly erasing it, was to provide a small clue and exploit it.

but.

"No, I'll stay. If I get caught, even you won't be safe."

"Are you okay?"

As Namgung Yena smiled affectionately, Mo Yong-hui also laughed and shrugged his shoulders.

Don't you know even after seeing this body?

"Don't worry. I won't get caught. As you can see, even if I were to get caught, I wouldn't die easily. Besides, I can find that guy, no matter where he is. So…"

I'm staying here.

Mo Yong-hui's eyes conveyed his unwavering determination.

Namgung Yena glanced at him with trembling eyes.

And then he nodded.

I had forgotten that he was also a Wind Dragon Lord.

Once I say that, I will never change my mind.

"You want to stay here alone? Leaving Hyangmyo behind? No!"

As Xiang Miao whined and clung to her, Murong Hui stroked her head and said.

"Please, take them to the chief. You're the only one who can do it now."

"Me?"

"…Haha. Aren't you a special agent?"

Hyang-myo's eyes redden. Why are you talking so affectionately? "Ho-sa?" It makes me want to drown.

He wiped his eyes with his sleeve. Then he gently rested his nose on Mo Yong-hui's chest and spoke.

"Don't worry if I get caught. I won't forget this smell and I'll definitely go find you."

"Yeah… That's right."

Mo Yong-hui nodded.

And finally, the smoke rising from the medicinal herbs ended.

Now it's time to move again.

There is only about an hour left until we meet the Murim Alliance.

"Let's see in the introduction."

Mo Yong-hui took a step back and greeted him.

"You little shit… Don't act cool."

Thump. The coffin lid slammed shut, and Dang Pyeong-san lifted it horizontally and carried it. Then, taking a step forward, he spoke to Murong Hui in a whisper.

"If you die again this time, you will not have a funeral."

Huh. A laugh escaped Mo Yong-hui's lips. At any rate, his clumsy expressions remain.

"good."

"Go, kid."

With Dangpyeongsan in the lead, the group gradually moves away from the left path.

Mo Yong-hui's eyes, watching this, are filled with affection.

And after about an hour or so had passed.

Crackle, crackle.

The bushes swayed as if the mountain was rippling, and the sound of rough footsteps began to surge forward.

Soon, a cold air appeared in Mo Yong-hui's eyes beneath his black lips, and his mouth opened softly.

"No one can harm my friends."

Hwaruruk! Black flames engulf his body.

and.

The Sacheonhoe appeared.

"You are…"

Dang Jo-ha frowned and muttered as he looked at the black-haired man blocking his way.

It was a sphere.

In addition, there were many people in the Sacheonhoe who were acquainted with Murong Hui.

Baekryo, Umuja, and Taegibang were a given, and even Hyopseung did not forget him, having accompanied Macheonso at Daeoam.

"Where is the host?"

At first glance, it sounds like he's trying to console a child, but Hyopseung's expression and demeanor are cold.

You joined hands with Zhuge Tong.

Mo Yong-hui saw through the situation and felt despair.

It wasn't just because of their betrayal.

Hyeopseung, Baekryo, Umuja. Yes, I can understand why Sammun turned his back.

but.

'My grandfather… … .'

Mo Yong-hui pressed down on the black lips and answered indifferently.

"Is that why you came all this way?"

"……."

"When the time comes, the Lord will personally visit Sacheon. So, you may return now."

I didn't think I'd just go back, of course…

As soon as Mo Yong-hui finished speaking, Hyeop-seung took a heavy step forward instead of backward.

An expression of determination that one can never back down.

“I have no choice but to do this, poor monk… Please don’t forgive me.”

As the announcement, containing the arbitrary rebuke of the co-op, ended, whoosh! A massive bet began to take shape behind her.

The image of a general holding a long sword.

Her unique martial art is the Jakdu Shingong.

Moreover, after the confrontation with Ma Cheon-so, his skills had improved, and there was an unusual feeling of the new master.

Although it was smaller in size, it was much more elaborate than before, and the flow of the bet was so natural that it felt like one with the team.

"There's no need to blame yourself. Everyone has their own circumstances. So… I won't give in either."

At Mo Yong-hui's plain words, Hyopseung's eyebrows shook slightly.

I thought only Ma Cheon-so was strong, but that wasn't the case. Lee Ja was no less powerful.

one.

"I won't decline."

He accepted the meaning. Determination appeared in the monk's eyes, and with a dazzling hand gesture, he extended his sword.

Then, the swordsman swung his long sword down with great force.

Kwakwakwakwang!

With a loud noise, the ground split open to where Murong Hui was standing, and a close battle began.

"I would like to ask the monk for his teachings."

Paaah! Mo Yong-hui dodged the massive attack with his body, then fired a powerful blast filled with the energy of darkness.

Hwaruk!

Hana Hyeopseung was a master of the ten great swordsmen. With his index and middle fingers intertwined, he swung them at an angle, and the giant forearm of the swordsman instantly neutralized him.

'If even the Tang dynasty joins, there is no chance of winning.'

Mo Yong-hui swallowed his sigh and assessed the situation.

No one in the Sacheonhoe had moved yet, but I thought it was only a matter of time before they would rush towards me like a tidal wave.

because.

"Even if you pretend not to, your hands can't hide your impatience. Are you worried about the leader who left first? I'm sorry, but we have our own circumstances… The head of the academy and the chief priest should go after the leader."

As soon as the order, which sounded like a roar from the commander, was given, the elite soldiers of Cheongseong and Ami, starting from Baekryo and Umuja, shot out to the left and right.

Hmph. Mo Yong-hui let out a short groan, then stretched out his hands to the left and right, spewing flames to block the path.

Hwaruk!

Even Hana Hyeopseung doesn't stay still.

"The more impatient you are, the further the road becomes."

Hap! As the two monks clasped their hands together in a gesture of kiheung, the great sword of the Jakdushinjang was drawn horizontally in a large line.

Contrary to his gentle and calm demeanor, the spirit of the chief priest was violent in itself.

WHEEEEEEEE! A strong wind blows and the flames that were surging up are pushed back.

Baekryo and Umuja jumped high and flew over it as if they would not miss this opportunity.

At this, Murong Hui also quickly ran after them.

Papak! Then, in one breath, he grabs Umuja's leg and drops it, then turns around and throws a punch at Baekryo.

Crack! In an instant, Baekryo and Umuja rolled across the floor, groaning in pain.

"No one can pass this way."

Hwaruk. Black flames rose from the body of Murong Hui, who was blocking the Sacheonhoe once again.

"The martial arts of Huizhou…"

It was clear. Unlike Ma Cheon So, there was no Cheon Ma Gwi, but even after seeing it twice, there was no way Hyeop Seung wouldn't recognize it.

She glanced down and examined Baekryo and Umuja.

Although it wasn't a critical situation, the difference in skill was clearly evident.

It's hard to believe, but Mo Yong-hui too.

'The realm of the flower landscape.'

Hyeopseung closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them and spoke softly.

"Dang Ga-ju. You must help me."

"Are you saying we should attack together…?! Hmm…?"

At Hyopseung's words, Dang Joha spat.

The current situation, where he's forced into it by threats, is already unsettling, and now they're calling for a joint attack? Is this really something Jeong Do-in would do?

At that moment, when he was hesitating and his feet were frozen, a crackling sound pierced his ears, and a sharp, arrow-like force shot out toward Murong Hui.

Kaang! Mo Yong-hui, who barely managed to block the attack by raising his arm, was pushed back about ten paces, and in his place appeared a middle-aged man with a drawn sword.

"Do you still have feelings for me?"

"Namgung family head…"

Namgung Segaju Namgung Son.

That was it.

It's like adding insult to injury. Three of the ten best things in the world have gathered together.

Namgung Son quickly shook off his sword and looked at Murong Hui coldly.

One knee was bent and the left arm was shattered.

One corner of the mouth curves up in satisfaction.

It seemed like they had a good chance, so they took advantage and launched a surprise attack, which worked well.

"You two are hesitating like this in the face of a traitor. You must not have other intentions… Hmm?!"

But something is strange.

His left hand, which had been shattered to pieces by the tip of the sword, was now growing new flesh.

This is like… … .

"Arrow… Jiangshi?"

Everyone in the Sacheonhoe's assembly opened their mouths in shock.

The shock was even greater because I had some guilt.

"Surely… you really are the one who gave me the money…"

Hyeopseung's eyes widened, and his surprise gradually transformed into a vicious murderous feeling.

So the imperial edict was true?

Hyupseung is someone who is infinitely merciful to those who are of the same level, but who never forgives those who are of the same level.

The shock she felt when she accepted the reality she had witnessed with her own eyes was beyond imagination.

This was not much different for Baekryo, Umuja, and Taegibang.

No, all of Sacheonhoe were like that.

"This is so impudent… Are you trying to make a fool of the Central Plains by putting a mere zombie at the forefront?"

And Namgung Son threw a sharp criticism on behalf of those people.

The weight of the four thousand meetings was added to his every step.

Mo Yong-hui knew, of course, what this pressure meant.

Collaboration. And defeat.

I had already prepared myself for this when I was left alone.

Paaaat! Mo Yong-hui turned around and ran away.

"You must not miss it!"

Namgung Son's tantrums were felt behind him. Dududududu. And he could also sense the aura of countless warriors chasing him like a swarm of insects.

This is it. It was just as I hoped.

In the first place, the reason he gave Namgung Son a chance was largely intentional, to turn all the arrows of anger onto himself.

'Just a little more. I need to buy some time.'